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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Still not quite looking at him]

And you're content with both answers?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ The movements of his hand hesitate for a moment, then resume again. ]

I think so.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's not very reassuring.

Or is it one of those - creates more questions than answers them - kind of deals?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Huffs a little in amusement. ]

There's a little bit of that, yes. Any question about the past was bound to be that way.

But my second request was simply my name, which was perfectly straightforward.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Don't tell me it's Yugi.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ LAUGHS ]

It's not Yugi.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good.

I bet that would make the sex awkward.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Freezing, scandalized ]

Intensity.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Looks up at King "innocently"]

I'm not wrong.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Puts a hand in his face and SHOVES ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs as he is shoved.

But your bed is now too big to shove him off completely so what now, King?]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Roll them so that he's on top, obviously! ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[O b v i o u s l y.

As he reaches up in an attempt to grab one of King's wrist before he gets pinned]

Hit a nerve, Your Excellency?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He lets Intensity grab his wrist, apparently satisfied just with being on top this time.

Leaning down until they're nose-to-nose. ]

I was thinking I've been far too lenient with you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He tilts his head just enough to drag a kiss down King's jawline. Just the hint of teeth]

Oh?

And here I was thinking I'd been too accommodating for you. Seeing as how I was such a humble and obedient servant last time.

[Spoiler: He was neither of those things]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He was neither of those things.

But King tilts his head obligingly anyway. ]

And yet I bet you could one-up yourself.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tugs at one of the earrings dangling from a lobe with his teeth]

Yes. Yes.

Your worship kink knows no bounds. I am well aware.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His eyes flutter closed for a moment at the sensation. ]

I wonder what I should do with you, then. Since I have you here and at my mercy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That gives him pause. Before he tilts King's head even more to begin worrying a mark behind his ear]

Your mercy is the last thing I want right now.

[puzzlekeeper]

Oh...?

[ His fingers ghost faintly along Intensity's neck, to make up for not being able to look at him properly from this angle. ]

Why don't you tell me what you do want, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He shivers at the touch, his own angle making it impossible to tell if he's actually feeling King's fingers trace down his skin or if it's a product of his very overactive imagination]

Isn't it obvious?

[And he continues down, alternating between nips and barely there kisses on the side of King's throat]

Take what you want. However you want it.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His lips curl ]

Happily.

[ And he shifts to shove Intensity down into the bed, kissing him properly. Because somehow that hasn't happened yet. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Was that intentional? Who can say.

Either way, Intensity's hands come up to tangle in King's hair as he does that, making a soft pleased sound as he is shoved down on the bed.

But also not giving King complete control of the kiss as noted by the sharp nip to King's bottom lip. He can't make it too easy for him]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Intentionally withholding kisses seems like a crime that warrants punishment.

Not that he's thinking about that at all, especially when he's busy trying to remind Intensity who's in charge in this scenario. Making a low sound in his throat and shifting his weight down harder, deliberately dragging his fangs along Intensity's tongue when he gets too confident. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[So punish him. He'd probably like it.

In the meantime, the sharp pleasing sting of King's fangs against Intensity's tongue is doing little to deter him. As he counters with a brush of his tongue against the roof of King's mouth. And the press of King's weight just causing him to squirm, anxious to try and hook an ankle around one of his to keep him there.

That low deep sound is met with a light hum of his own.

Teasingly.

He breathes King's name into the kiss.]